Fly

Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy.   I don't get why people tell me, "never change." If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It's cute when you're five, but I don't think they have a major for that in... Continue Reading →

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Most American

Welcoming November with a little poem.... So an atheist a future pastor an aspiring writer and a redhead are all sitting at a table playing Apples to Apples. The category was ‘American.’ The future pastor would decide. The atheist played ‘Freedom.’ The aspiring writer played, ‘The Electric Chair.’ The redhead played ‘Lucille Ball.’ All were... Continue Reading →

Let us go then, you and I…

Though my favorite poet is Walt Whitman, and I own a well-loved edition of Leaves of Grass, he did not pen my favorite poem. That distinction belongs to "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," written by T.S. Eliot and published in 1915. I'm also a big fan of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats,... Continue Reading →

Lacuna

(Thought I'd share a short story I wrote several years ago and only just stumbled across.) Lacuna by: Allie Frost          Café La Bréche was unusually busy for a Thursday morning. Outside, beneath the bright yellow awning, every table was occupied. To foreigners, the café advertised ‘Paris in a cup,’ but to... Continue Reading →

Blue Screen

Thought I'd share a poem I wrote several years ago for an English assignment when my old desktop computer (which I still have and still works) was constantly blue screening, much to my frustration.    Blue Screen Go away, blue screen. With your white words that no one with average intelligence understands. I’m trying to... Continue Reading →

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